Lyrics Exhale - Last Japan, Killa P

Exhale

Brand new sty-ly-ly-ly-lyley again
Dem cyaan diss me, dem cyaan deny me me friend
Shell down di whole place like Kiss FM
One ting Killaman me nuh beg friend
None ah dem cyaan diss me army dem
Unnu know say me badder than dem
Any bwoy diss me, ah he ah hol' a long leng
Inna dem face, duppy dem again
So me duppied the duppy and left the duppy pon dem
One ting what me grandmother tell me 'bout friend
We nuh trust dem, we nuh trust, we nuh trust friend
Kill off dem one and ah gwan like dem love dem
I’ll put them on News at Ten
Trevor McDonald nuh work there again
Me nuh care which one of dem bredda dem have leng
Yeah
'Nuff ah dem nuh real, di whole ah dem ah lie
Music is my mission, di limit is di sky
We should be loving one another, ne nuh wan' no man fi die
Music takes me higher, why can’t I be high?
'Nuff ah dem nuh real, di whole ah dem ah lie
Music is my mission, di limit is di sky
We should be loving one another, ne nuh wan' no man fi die
Music takes me higher, why can’t I be high?
Me tell you seh me cyaan be higher, no, dargy
Man really wan' shoot up me party
Dem seh dem wan' kill me uncle and auntie
Me never know dem bwoy cyaan walk past me
If a bwoy ever diss Killaman, come on, now
You ah go see Killaman inna di khaki
I tell dem you cyaan tek weh me car key
But me will stab up your face with me car key
Hold on, don’t mek me tell dem 'bout Japan
You never know 'bout me darg named Last
Cuh if a boy disrespect Japan
You better know seh dem boy get lost
Me put one inna your face like glass
Petrol over dem, bun dem fast
Nuh bwoy cyaan diss me, dem know man ah boss
Fi diss di Killa, you know how much that cost?
Likkle man, it might cost you your life
Don’t diss me, I might roll out tonight
None of my dargs gonna stand up and fight
Stab in the day, shoot in the night, no joke ting
Man better know what I’m scoping
Headtop gone, open
Left him like a D cat
If it’s dead bodies, the Killaman needs that
You get shot inna your face, shot inna your kneecap
None of Killa’z Army ah no eediat
You cyaan diss Killa P, on ah me dat
Can’t diss Last Japan, you ah eediat, but hear wah
Shot, shot, shot nonstop again
Bwoy disrespect, di place get lock again
Never know Killaman ah roll out di Glock again
Ready fi stop every one ah dem
You need to stack that cheddar
Yep, you need to keep on stacking
And if you’ve got a bredda that likes to run up his mout
Then he’s in beef, then back him
There’s no more chatting
Mandem fi know, no acting
We’re out here, it’s a real life movie
And if a bwoy ever diss Last Japan or Killaman
I’ll mek your brain look like a smoothie